Chapter 748
Taro: A Beauty's Sinful Affair
Chapter 748 Taro: A Beauty's Sinful Affair
Cui Ming frowned slightly as he gazed at the smoke rising from the battlefield, inwardly sighing, "Tsk, I'd better not let Master Leiting witness this battle."
He really didn't know how to evaluate Taro. If he wasn't a good disciple, Taro had mastered the Powerful Bull-Breaking Fist to perfection and even forged a new path for it; but if he was a good disciple, his naming skills were truly questionable.
Take that "Powerful Bull-Breaking Fist" for example. Master Thunder clearly taught it as "Powerful Bull-Breaking Fist." Master Thunder would be very pleased that Taro could innovate upon it, but the name alone would probably make him furious. However, on second thought, Taro is still better than Diavolo. Diavolo is a true traitor to his master, while Taro's name is just a bit outrageous.
This battle caused quite a stir among humans, with everyone having only one thought in their minds: Ultraman is terrifying!
Especially the young warrior, Ultraman Taro, completely overturned everyone's understanding of Ultraman. "Holy crap! Self-destruct! And it's the kind that self-destructs infinitely! The most important thing is that it can recover! And it recovers to its full strength! Holy crap! What kind of monster is this?!"
People don't really want to talk about Ultraman like this, after all, Ultraman is here to protect the Earth, but Taro's actions are just too illogical, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them bizarre.
In the alien army's communication channels, discussions about Taro were in full swing, and every alien who had participated in frontline reconnaissance spoke of him with a sob in his voice.
"That guy isn't Ultraman, he's a walking suicide bombing factory!" The Zelang alien in charge of intelligence gathering was trembling, his hands shaking. The holographic projection was still looping through Taro's battle footage—one second he was exploding into a shower of light and dust, the next second fragments would suddenly light up, and the continuous explosions turned the entire canyon upside down. The Bunyu alien next to him suddenly covered his eyes: "Don't look! Last time my teammate stared at the fragments for half a second and was blown away by a secondary explosion, blowing three star systems away!"
"The most outrageous thing is the energy!" The Pegasa alien, who was skilled in energy analysis, pulled up the data panel, and the curves on it were jumping up and down like crazy. "A normal Ultraman would have to hibernate for a hundred years after self-destructing, but this one is different. He can revive on the spot with full health after self-destructing. We can't find the energy source at all! Our energy detectors have been short-circuited by him!"
Suddenly, the Magma alien in the corner slammed his fist on the table: "No wonder I mistook Seven for him last time! Seven's beam of light is a precision strike, but this is a beam of light self-destruction! The range is ten times wider than a beam of light, and the fragments even have tracking capabilities. This isn't combat, it's thuggery!" This remark drew a chorus of agreement. The Black alien, who had just retreated from Earth, touched his charred wings and sighed: "Now I'm terrified of light particles. I always feel like my armor is about to be blown through at any moment."
A new alien, skeptical of the supernatural, declared he was going to meet Taro, only to be pinned down by the veterans: "Going there is just suicide! That guy's self-destruct fragments can be located via communication waves. Do you want our hometown to turn into a fireworks display?" The entire legion fell into a deathly silence. Finally, the legion commander made the final decision: "From now on, avoid all red Ultramen, especially those with a red light on their chests and a grinning face!"
Alien Emperor sat astride the Dark Throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. A holographic screen before him was transmitting real-time footage of Taro's battle on Earth. When he saw Taro rise unscathed after his nth self-destruction, even grinning at the ruins, a flicker of disbelief flashed in his signature crimson eyes, quickly turning into utter speechlessness. "This is what the Land of Light calls 'young warriors'?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Back when they faced Father of Ultra, the warriors of the Land of Light, though devoted to the light, also upheld the dignity of warriors. When have we ever seen such... utterly chaotic fighting?"
On the screen, fragments of Taro's self-destruction continued to explode in the canyon, sending sparks flying and even causing the distant clouds to churn. Alien Empera glanced at the Dark Four reporting on the battle, his tone tinged with impatience: "Look, is this the 'threat you need to be wary of' you speak of? A guy who treats self-destruction like a daily occurrence is a blasphemy against the word 'warrior'."
He raised his hand to turn off the screen, his fingertips drawing deep marks on the armrest of the throne: "I thought that no matter how outrageous Ultraman went, he couldn't escape the framework of light and fists. Now it seems that I overestimated their 'seriousness'. They can even revive at full strength after self-destruction. This is not a battle, but clearly a child's cheating nonsense."
The Four Dark Lords exchanged glances, none daring to speak. Emperor Alien suddenly chuckled, but there was no warmth in his laughter: "Fine, let this self-destruct maniac run wild. When the Land of Light pays the price for his 'improperness,' that will be our opportunity." Despite his words, a fleeting glint of apprehension in his eyes betrayed the invisible pressure emanating from Taro's absurd power.
"They probably wouldn't come up with a tactic where all Ultraman use self-destruction, would they?" Alien Empera stared at the Dark Four Heavenly Kings, his tone carrying a hint of wishful thinking that he himself didn't even realize, as if he were seeking a negative answer.
However, only deathly silence answered him. The three Heavenly Kings lowered their heads, their eyes flickering, none daring to break the silence first. Grozam tightened his grip on the ice sword, Desrem stroked the edge of his cloak, and the Alien Mefilas habitually adjusted his non-existent glasses—they had all witnessed the destructive power of Taro's self-destruction, and knew all too well how ruthless those guys from the Land of Light would be in their pursuit of victory; none dared to guarantee that "it wouldn't happen."
"Don't be silent!" Alien Empera slammed his hand on the armrest of the throne, the clanging of metal echoing through the hall. His impatience in his crimson eyes was almost overflowing. "Speak! Even if those guys from the Land of Light are crazy, they wouldn't all be using such insane tactics, would they?!"
He stood up and walked to the holographic screen, where the smoke and fire from Taro's self-destruction still lingered. "The Father of Ultra used to talk about 'honor' all the time. Could he tolerate his subordinates all becoming self-destruct maniacs?" Despite his words, his gaze involuntarily drifted to the corner of the screen—there was a clip of young warriors from the Land of Light training. A group of red and silver figures were surrounding Taro, seemingly asking him for advice. Some of them had even begun to try compressing energy, their movements exactly the same as Taro's before his self-destruction.
Alien Empera's throat tightened, and he abruptly waved his hand to turn off the screen: "A bunch of lunatics. The Land of Light will be destroyed by these lunatics sooner or later!" But only he knew how much fear of "what if" was hidden in this angry rebuke—what if the entire Land of Light really mastered self-destruction, then the Dark Universe would probably have to enter a period of unrest ahead of schedule.
(End of this chapter)